She was one of those pretty and enchanting young ladies conceived, as though by a mistake of destiny, into a group of agents. She had no settlement, no desires, no methods for getting known, comprehended, adored or married by a man of riches and differentiation; thus she let herself be hitched to a minor authority at the Service of Instruction.
She dressed evidently in light of the fact that she had always been unable to manage the cost of anything better, however she was as troubled as though she had once been well off. Ladies don't have a place with a position or class; their magnificence, effortlessness, and normal appeal replace birth and family. Regular delicacy, intuitive polish and a speedy mind decide their place in the public arena, and make the girls of everyday people the equivalents of the best women.
She endured unendingly, feeling she was qualified for all the treats and extravagances of life. She endured in view of the need of her home as she took a gander at the filthy dividers, the exhausted seats and the monstrous blinds. Every one of these things that another lady of her group would not have seen, tortured her and made her angry. Seeing the little Brenton young lady who did her housework filled her with horrible second thoughts and sad dreams. She longed for quiet waiting rooms hung with Oriental embroidered works of art, lit from above by lights in bronze holders, while two tall footmen in knee-length breeches snoozed in immense easy chairs, tired from the oven's abusive warmth. She longed for immense family rooms outfitted in uncommon old silks, exquisite furniture stacked with inestimable adornments, and welcoming littler rooms, perfumed, made for evening visits with dear companions - celebrated, looked for after men, who all ladies jealousy and want.
At the point when she plunked down to supper at a round table secured with a three-day-old material inverse her better half who, lifting the top off the soup, yelled enthusiastically, "Ah! Meat stew! What could be better," she longed for fine suppers, of sparkling flatware, of embroidered works of art which inhabited the dividers with figures from some other time and peculiar fowls in pixie timberlands; she longed for tasty dishes served on magnificent plates, of murmured valors tuned in to with a mysterious grin as one ate the pink tissue of a trout or the wings of a quail
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